Chapter 58

Dario

The unceasing ache in my side was an ever-present reminder of how close I’d come to death. A reminder that, perhaps, I should have died—would have, without Clara’s influence.

Now, returned and confined to my owner’s suite in the manor, the only thing keeping me sane was Clara’s presence.

Night had fallen outside the sprawling windows overlooking the rear yard, and Clara moved about the bedro